I’m sitting on a couch beside my childhood
Wondering how sweet it will taste after whiskey
As if it’s golden colour could wash over the past and make it shine despite the rust
But the past is always there
The wounds have all left scars
And all the whiskey really does is make me realise
I’m an adult now
;-)
Great poem Dear! I'm either 14 or 104 depending on the day. ;-) wonderful Dear!
:) the real moment of drama
:) the real moment of drama is when the scotch comes forth....
Much Love
Ashley
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This poem is perfect - enjoyed a great deal - B - Stella
oh my
perfect? that's intense my love :) and thank you
Much Love
Ashley